My Clyde Barrow

a poem I wrote, cuz I got bored, about my boo.

Though, I’m trapped in

An emotional hell,

Fortunately, in love

with you I fell.

 

With your gangster

Swagger & that mobster

limp, I can’t see how you

say that you are a gimp.

 

Your sexy beer gut covered

with hair, pardon

me if I drool as I stair

 

Your brown eyes,

so dark and deep.

I look into them

my heart you can

keep.

 

But you hate affection

So to myself I will stay.

And I will go to my “happy”

Place, and pray, and pray.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

AH love is a many splendid thing. It also makes you do stupid s**t you wouldn't do in your right bloody mind in a thousand and one years.

[ur_ginger_girl]

yep, what's that old saying, "everyone's a poet in love".